Yesterday, we went downtown because we were bored, so we ran around for like and hour taking pictures at eveything and everyone and we got tired and really hot so we went into Starbucks to relax and get a drink, and we're in there for like 10minutes and all the sudden this reeeally old, tall man comes in and we both start like laughing and laughing because he's wearing a hat with huge ass eagle feathers and leather indian vest, and boots with spurs and has weird rings and earings. Then he was like HEY BABY GIRLS, HOW ARE YOU GORGEOUS PEOPLE? And starts talking to us about his weird ex-wife and his ADDICTION TO BEAUTIFUL WEMAN and how his pet wolf died last week, and like started SINGING US JOHN LENNON AND JAMES TAYLOR SONGS THAT HE BARLEY KNEW THE WORDS TOO. He invited us to come back to his house and for Chelsea to sit on his lap. Though they we're amazing offeres, we declined for the sake of not getting raped and killed by his other pet wolf that still remains alive.
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